soft, rhythmic rasping
sandpaper tongue across fur
feline sound, newfound
About the Creator
Gabriel Huizenga
Twas for love of words that I first joined this site:
Poetry, especially, and dear short stories too;
For to live one's best is to read, and to write!
So find me in words here, and I'll find you đź’™
Thanks for stopping by! :)
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From ad men to mad men
It's after 2am in the morning when a local police patrol vehicle in Northern New Jersey spots a figure costumed as Quasimodo, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, proceeding southbound on the sidewalk along Lydecker Street. Though the hunchback’s costume stuffing offers added insulation, it's January, and friggin’ freezing. Carefully, the officers slow down, gently question the subject, and offer him a ride home.
By David W. Maury6 days ago in Humor
Comments (4)
I love the internal rhyme in the last line. Great vignette!
Cute. You captured a true feline moment, Gabriel!
Adorable!
Rescues? If so, that's very admirable. 'soft, rhythmic rasping' rolls off the tongue with ease. 🤩